[It stops once (it thinks) that there's no way Sam can reach out and grab it. While it has no worries of any such thing happening, it does have an image to keep up. There's no scent of danger to him that the Nogitsune can gather up although compared to a werewolf, it isn't that good at it. Nothing overt or hateful, only a shadow of some negative emotion that is tempting but not enough to draw its hunger.

There's the same hesitation before the Nogitsune looks up to Sam with open distrust that doesn't have to be faked. Humans are often too small-minded to understand what it means.] I eat. Just not what you do. I eat pain, hatred, anger. Things like that.

[A bit of striped candy is picked by the Nogitsune, sniffed curiously and given a lick. Must not be as terrible as the rest because it gives it another one. The next instant, the candy seems to simply vanish as the creature moves onto the next plate of delicacies. Those cold black eyes fix on Sam once more after it has decided that the escargot aren't going to rise up and slime them all to death.] What hurt you, human? One of my kind or my cousins? There was something on you for a moment. Something ...

[A breath is drawn in and slowly released, tasting the air again.] Something that hurt you.